Trees are happy , so are the birds , and so is the sun
Weather is clear , still my head hurts.

Birds are flying and chirping too,
I am doing none .

Leaves are moving , like the keys of a piano,
Why can’t I listen to the rythem ?

I am good , but none like me ,
These days life is like that .

Everything is like an eclipse , so momentary , so futile.
Birds are nowhere to be seen ,
everything is calm now.

Ah ! I See a bird , flying monotonously, confused , maybe sad.
Can’t be sure , the bird isn’t stable enough .

Flying in a peculiar way ,
he wants to convey something .

Why is he flying alone?
why is he confused?

Where is the bird gone , he is out of sight .
Now the trees are moving ,
now i can see the sky.

The tree is tall , now I want to see beyond .

I see a crow now ,
hiding in the tree .

Why is he hiding ,
when the weather is pleasant .

Hiding ,when he should fly .
There he moved, but from one branch to another .

Why is he just moving,
when he should fly.

I am i a garden now,
I see a butterfly .

There she goes , from flower to flower ,
and crows are all around .

She seems happy , she wants to seem happy.
Trying hard to define happiness for herself , but can’t.

There sits a crow , babbling something.
The butterfly still moves , from flower to flower .

To find an even better seeming option .
The butterfly smiles ,
As I look at her .
Ah ! I am mesmerised ,
looking at the gleam in her eyes .

And a crow still babbling ,
trying to seem something .

I am curious , this butterfly seems different .
Unusually beautiful she looks ,
as I rub my eyes in disbeleif.

I am lost in her eyes , and so seems she.
I now believe in God ,
I beleive in destiny too .

For I feel God,  in eyes of a butterfly .

I am still looking into her eyes ,
my mind is blank, and i can almost hear her eyes .

She smiles at me , and i smile back .
I think she loves me , I love her too .

Even the sun seems to be in love with her ,
for he has now started shinning less brightly .
What an angel !

Big , black , beautiful , bubbly eyes ,
Glossy , greasy   bed bitten , pink , baby lips .
Soft like silk butter like skin .
She smells of roses ,
red roses it seems.

and how beautiful she seems ,
in the red dress she is wearing .

I can’t take my eyes off her face ,
for i am mesmerised.

I wish the time to stop .
I want to close my eyes ,

I wish to live forever.
I am tired now , it has been a long time .

Still looking at each other ,
it seems destined .

Now,  I am in my bed,
thinking of that butterfly .

That divine face ,that divine gleam ,and those heavenly eyes .

They say beauty strikes the eye ,
and merit wins the soul .
I am so sure of the former .

I am awestryck , I am weak .
My thoughts are all occupied .

I feel good , i feel sceptical at the same time ,
for I know that she exists , but fear to not see her again .

I am surprised , I never knew myself .
That I could dream with my eyes wide open .

That I could think of anything for so long.

I mocked people , who claimed to be in love .
Now i can’t sympathise more .

How quickly emotions change ,
I hope my butterfly dosen’t .

I feel foolish ,
I should have talked to her .

I would have a name atleast .
The clock shows 2 am , I am astonished .
The hour hand pointed at 10, just minutes ago .

I can’t sleep , I can’t think ,
I can’t even move , I don’t even want to .

For i am so absorbed in her thoughts .

The more I think , the more i seem to think .
How can anyone look so perfect ?

How can anyone own such expressive eyes ,
Meant only for Gods!

Trees and birds are happier than ever before ,
I havn’t imagined them happier .

Birds are flying in couples ,
there I see a pair of white pigeons ,
sitting together in harmony .

lost in each other ,
reckless of the world .

Now I can listen to the rythem , of the leaves , of the birds , of the trees .
Everything is happy , I am happy too .
for now I know happiness .

Now I am in the garden again ,
the same spot I was , a day before .

Hoping , hoping and hoping .
now longing , longing and longing .

I see many butterflies around,
I see crows too.

trying hard to make it happen ,
trying hard to seem something .

Everything seems repetitive ,
Where is my butterfly ?

From morning to noon ,
noon to evening .
Longing is more than ever ,
will I see her ever .

My watch shows 6 pm ,
I am in disbeleif .

Time isn’t moving , it has stopped .
I am in my bed ,
not thinking anything.

I feel tired ,
in every way possible .

Sky is cloudy ,
can’t see the moon .

Its new day now ,
the time is noon .

I yawn , as I sip in tea ,
I need more sleep.

For in sleep , i don’t have to think .
I want to write , but i don’t feel like .

I hear cries ,
cries of mourning.
cries are acute,
I feel the agony .

I am cold , i am restless .

Someone has deceased ,in my neighbourhood .
I go out ,
I am ….
my butterfly lies on a white bed …